She lifted her head, turning to him, need written clearly across her lovely face. He smiled at her with a hint of playful cruelty. ‘I thought you m...ght want to see what you want so very badly.’ he suggested. She squirmed upright, the open sweatshirt falling half off her shoulders as she rolled to her knees, crawling across the tiny couch, crawling across his lap, her breasts brushing his thigh as she draped herself across him, working the fly of his trousers, pulling it open, reaching in with. I watch as your dick starts to get hard and begins to rise. I go over to it and say, ‘Your turn is next!’ I take a handful of sweet potatoes and grease up your rapidly rising pole. I stroke your hard dick up and down between my hands, loving the feel of your stiff flesh and the texture of the sweet potatoes beneath my fingers. You love the feeling, I can tell because you start lifting your hips up and down to match my rhythm. I lean down and start licking the head of your dick, loving the. It's just that I would never have thought..." My voice tailed off. "There's nothing wrong with it," she said defensively. "We know what we're doing. We like it." "Yes, love." I didn't know what to say. There were a thousand questions racing through my head. "In your bum?" I found myself asking, stupidly. "In my bum. He prefers it. And I like it." "That's nice..." My head was still spinning, but I found that my cock was hard. Very hard. "That's why I don't let you do it. It's always been my. My slutty cheating wife lunged for his cock and I finally had the chance to see the entirety of his manhood. My own breath caught in my throat as I saw my wonderful wife take the tip of a immensely thick, 10 inch long, baseball bat of a cock in her mouth and try to force the rest down her throat. I found a new respect for my wife at that moment, even if it was someone elses dick in her mouth. James must have loved it also because he shoved her roughly onto her back and, once again, thrust that.